Possessive Coach

I move back and away from him again. I lean toward him, pressing my breasts against his chest. I grab his hair tight and kiss his lips, biting him, tasting his tongue. He growls in reply and his hands cup my breasts, feeling my hard nipples. But I push him back and stand again. He stares up at me as I straddle him, my pussy dripping down over his cock as I roll my hips along his tip, teasing him, moaning.

“Stay there,” I whisper in his ear. “Don’t move. I want to feel you.”

“Feel all you want,” he groans.

I arch my back and slowly slide down his shaft. I let out a moan of pleasure and pain as he fills me to the brim. He stretches me wide and I wiggle my hips, fitting every inch of him between my legs.

I start to ride. I move up and down slowly at first. He teases my breasts, sucks my nipples, squeezes my ass. But I do the work. I move faster, rolling my hips, unable to help myself.

“You want to take control?” he growls. “That’s what you want?”

“Yes,” I pant. “God, yes.” I ride him faster, sliding up and down, taking every inch. He spanks my ass hard and I gasp as the stinging pain mingles with the pleasure. I slam down along his length harder, taking him deep, before resting my legs and kissing him, holding him there. “God, I love feeling you inside of me.”

He grabs my hair and bites my lip. “And I love burying my thick cock between your legs. Fuck, Chloe, you know how dripping wet you got for me? You’re soaking through every inch of my cock.”

I moan and start to ride him again. I move faster, hands on his chest. I reach down then take off his shirt and feel his muscles under my palm. He pulls me against him and licks my nipples, kisses my neck, spanks my ass.

I feel sweat roll down my skin and it’s pure pleasure. I ride him faster, moaning, working my hips, feeling every inch of his massive, thick cock filling me to the brim. I groan and can’t help myself as his hands grasp my ass and pull me wide open. He thrusts inside of me, a growl on his lips, sweat on his chest. I lick it off, kiss his nipple, feeling him reach up to grab my hair. He pulls it back and I lean my hands onto his knees.

I roll my hips faster, faster, sliding my soaking pussy along his shaft. I stare into his eyes and I want him, god, I want him so badly. He palms my breasts hard then puts a hand on my throat, leaving it there, firm but not squeezing, and I manage to choke out a groan.

I lean forward, grinding down hard against him. I moan and bite his lips hard as he slaps my ass. “Again,” I gasp.

He spanks me harder. “Again,” I growl through gritted teeth as I push down harder, faster, slapping my body against his as his palm spanks against my bare ass cheeks. I’m going to be red, maybe bruised, and god, I love it.

I can feel the orgasm hovering between my legs, building and building. I don’t stop, sweat on my skin, his taste in my mouth. He stares into my eyes and pulls my hair hard as I keep going, moving faster and faster, my breasts shaking as I ride his thick cock. He licks my nipple, bites it, fucks me, and I gasp his name. “David,” I moan. “Oh my god, David.”

I start to come. He growls his pleasure and joy and fucks me through it. I come hard, my back curled toward him, my face buried in his shoulder. I come on every inch of his massive, hard cock, and moan his name, quivering with intense pleasure as the last vestiges of orgasm rock through my skin.

He pulls me back and kisses me, still inside of me. “Now,” he whispers in my ear. “Clean me off.”

I bite my lip and get up. I stare at him as I drop to my knees and take his massive shaft in my hand. I stroke him top to bottom then slide him into my mouth. I suck him hard and fast, sloppy spit rolling down his skin, and I gather it into my palms. I suck him faster, my breasts shaking, and he growls his pleasure as he grabs my hair and pushes me down. I taste his hot cum on my tongue and swirl it around my mouth before I swallow every single drop of him. I lick him off, lovingly stroking his shaft with my hands, before he pulls me up into his lap.

I curl up there and kiss him. He kisses me back, hands on my body, caressing my ass, moving along my back. I smile and let him wrap his arms around me, and I feel safe, so safe in his arms. I didn’t think I’d ever feel safe again after what happened, but with him here, in his apartment, I feel like nothing bad can happen, nothing can touch me.